"Actually, there is no difference, but I changed to a new skin management company, and I listened to their recommendation for the newly introduced beauty injections, and the effect is indeed much better than before.

When it comes to clothes, everyone may have the same preferences, so it's good to have fun wearing them. The one who received the compliment said with a smile.

Waves of joyful laughter came out as groups of three or five came to the end of one topic and the beginning of another.

Cha Song Ha and Jiang Meina obeyed Nan Yi's arrangement and went to get closer to the sisters who came to the party.

I finally found a small group that didn't talk about finance, didn't talk about foreign life, didn't talk about traveling around on a first-class yacht, and was more down-to-earth. If you don't understand it, they have to wear makeup anyway, and they have to wear clothes, so it's a beauty class. She laughs when people laugh, and she listens attentively when people say, but it doesn't violate the harmony.

Jiang Meina is relatively close to her father, and since she was a child, she has been accustomed to hearing her father talk about his difficulties when he was young and had no money, and her concept of spending money is more traditional. Although she will not wear too badly, she will not pursue high-end products too much. Everything is based on one's own income.

This will be fresh and over, I don't want to listen to it anymore, and when I am hungry, I and Che Songhe became the table leaders of the buffet table and kept eating.

"I went to our middle school yesterday." Cha Song Ha said to Jiang Meina.

"You won't call me either?"

Jiang Meina wore a white slanted shoulder length floor-length gown with a neckline studded with diamonds.

Che Songhe was worried that the stains on the long skirt would not be easy to clean, so he stuffed a spread cotton tissue on her neckline.

"He didn't say that there was news of Xu Langxing in the bookstore. After contacting, he said that he had made an appointment to meet on Saturday. As a result, I didn't even see a single figure. She said with a sad face. Oh, it's not like I didn't see a shadow, I saw a man. Didn't see the face. ”

"Male?" Jiang Meina disagreed. "It's either a man or a woman, what's so strange about seeing a man. Didn't you see him anyway? ”

Jiang Meina didn't have good expectations for Cha Song Ha to find someone. She is now a college graduate and runs a bookstore, and she is no longer the little girl who graduated from high school four years ago and is still immersed in the aestheticism of romance novels. She always felt that this thing was not very reliable, just like the death of the netizen on the Internet when she was a child.

"Nope. Han Chengyu, this kid, shouldn't believe him, he's just a liar. She said hatefully. Then he suddenly changed his tone, "Oh, he said he could give me the address of his house." ”

"Liars? No, he's a lawyer. ”

"A real lawyer?" Che Songhe asked suspiciously. God doesn't have eyes, such a bad boy can actually be admitted to the lawyer, ouch, it's really heartwarming.

"True lawyers. I asked Zheng Jaeran. Are you going to go, though? Jiang Meina asked.

"Go."

"What did you say? Hello, long time no see? Come on, you haven't said a few words at school, and this thing is so unreliable! She wanted to laugh, but when she saw Che Songhe's serious face, she was afraid of hitting her, so she held back her laughter.

"I didn't ask for the address. I'm going to look for myself. Isn't it too insincere to pick up ready-made benefits with the address given by others. ”

“……”

After the "Brief Reading" closes at 9 p.m., the clerks are doing the cleaning and tidying up before leaving work.

Canvas shoes stepped into the threshold, and today's canvas shoes are red and white. The dark-skinned duty manager, whom I had seen last time, brought in a collapsible ladder, and the original landscape painting was gone, revealing a light-colored wall.

He took the painting from the person who came to him, and was about to climb the ladder when she stopped him. "Hand me the painting in a moment."

Che Songhe smiled politely, and it seemed to be a smile cast on the clouds thousands of miles away.

Her steps up the ladder were slow but solid. The handing scroll was taken, and a full-length painting of a classical man was carefully unfolded. Yingyi Lingmai, white silk and green yarn, black hair bundle crown, long sword handle.

She carefully adjusted her position, swept her hand over the eyebrows and eyes of the person in the painting, and went down the ladder with satisfaction, and cleaned it up with the manager on duty. She then came back and stared at them for a long time before she greeted the clerks and left the bookstore.

The night was lonely, the evening breeze was slightly cool, and the stars were obscured by the clouds and not very bright. I wonder if it's a sign that rain is going to fall the next day.

The bedroom was dark, except for a small wall lamp on the wall, which gave off a dim yellow faint light.

Places within sight, such as double beds, large wardrobes, writing desks, chairs and other large household items, are pure white, only slightly different in texture. The double bed is wrought-iron and the others are made of solid wood.

There are no indispensable pieces of furniture that girls prefer, such as dressers and uni-sofas in dreamy colors for bedrooms. In order to coordinate the sense of the picture, most of the practical small household appliances or necessities such as computers, coffee pots, desk lamps, alarm clocks, etc., are black, and there are unobtrusive cold color murals hanging on the walls.

In this way, in the room that is not white or black, there is no trace of bright color and decoration that adds interest and beauty. The furniture is indeed practical but monotonous, although engaged in the work of art, but the daily life is extremely lacking in the requirements of art, the cold space lacks not only poetry, but also the smell of fireworks in the world is pitiful.

This is a rented apartment on the ninth floor of Che Song River, and it is too lazy to bother to clean up.

She also has a small studio on the ground floor.

When she got home, she lay on the big bed and took the sketchbook to look through it over and over again, and placed a small brown stuffed bear next to the pillow, which was given by Jiang Meina before leaving for college, in order to let her feel that someone gave her support and trust behind her back when she was alone in a different place, and it was the size that could be stuffed into a backpack and taken away directly, and it was also the only thing in the family that had a little human touch.

The painting is an extremely ordinary sketch that can be completed in a short time, but the person in the painting is unknown.

At this moment, she had a ball of mohair fluff in her head that had lost its thread, and if she pulled any of the visible ones, the ball would be tightened, and she couldn't sort out her head at all. I can't see the stranger who looks like and suddenly disappears, and there are great subtleties in Han Chengyu's position and the timing of calling her at that time.

If you want to get rid of this unfounded speculation, it seems imperative to go to Hanhong Middle School again.

In most cases, even if someone knows the man drawn in the sketchbook, first, they don't know you, and second, they want to avoid causing unnecessary trouble to themselves, and they are neither a police detective nor a reporter, others will definitely wave their hands and shirk their ignorance, which is the most likely to happen, and it is also the most likely result.

It is conceivable that if others are negligent and have found nothing, the next time you want to inquire, it will be more encrypted and impermeable, and it will be difficult to get reliable information. If the other party learns about it and deliberately avoids it, then it can almost be concluded that there is no hope for this matter. In this way, the only way to ensure the efficiency of the first visit is to ensure the efficiency of the first visit.